SPONGEBOB:
And then,
the little ugly mollusk
ran all the way home.
SpongeBob, you got to see this!
It's an emergency broadcast
on my TV.
ANNOUNCER:
The day you've been waiting for
is almost here.
That's right,
Glove World has a new ride.
(both screaming)
Harold, no!
(screaming)
It's the...
Opening tomorrow
only at Glove World.
Tomorrow!
SpongeBob, we got to get to bed
so we can be first in line!
(snoring):
Glove World.
Roller coaster.
First in line.
(riders screaming)
Excuse me, which way
to the Fist O' Pain?
(thunder rumbles)
(yelling)
(both screaming)
ln the name of
amusement, no...!
(bell tolls)
(screams)
l don't want to ride
the Fiery Fist O' Pain!
(foghorn blowing)
You ready to ride
the Fist O' Pain?
No!
Well, yeah.
It's just that I had
a bad dream last night.
Really? Me, too.
What was your dream
about, Patrick?
Oh, look, our bus is here!
SPONGEBOB:
Wait for me, Patrick!
Whoo! Fiery Fist O' Pain,
here we come!
Yeah, dudes.
We're all riding
the Fist O' Pain
I heard somebody rode it
and his spine fell out.
(laughing):
Dude, I hope
my spine falls out.
(laughing):
Yeah, me, too.
Boy, the Fist O' Pain
sure sounds...
Really, really scary.
I mean fun-ifying.
I mean horror-tastic.
I mean fun-able!
Fun, really, really fun.
Yeah, really fun.
(screaming)
That sure looks like fun.
Yeah, I can't
wait to ride it.
We're here! We're here!
Yes!
(cheering)
Tickets, please.
No ticket.
I must have left it at home.
I swallowed my ticket.
I guess we're not going to be
riding the Fist O' Pain today.
Hold on a second.
Here's your tickets
in your back pockets.
Oh, barnacles.
It sure was lucky
we found our tickets.
Yeah, bad luck.
I mean good luck,
very good luck.
There it is.
(screaming)
That line looks awfully long.
Oh, I know.
Let's go on some of the
dumb kiddie rides first.
Yeah, and then the Fist
O' Pain will seem even cooler.
Yeah.
Phew.
Phew.
Can you believe
some people are afraid
to ride roller coasters?
Yeah, only a real baby would
be afraid of a roll... whoa!
I can't believe it, Patrick.
It's Glovey Glove.
Get over there and I'll take
your picture with him.
Get closer, Patrick.
Uh-uh.
Come on, closer.
That's it.
A little more.
Now hold on to his thumb.
Give me a big smile.
How do I look?
Wow, I look great.
(baby laughing)
BOTH:
The Mitten!
(clears throat)
I mean, the Mitten.
That ride's for babies.
Yeah.
Let's ride it just to
see how baby-fied it is.
(whistle blows)
(SpongeBob and Patrick
quivering)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(both shuddering)
I guess that ride was too
much for the little guy.
(screaming)
well, the line looks
a little bit shorter now.
Can you believe some people
are scared of this ride?
(both chuckle nervously)
Yeah, it's
perfectly safe.
No one gets hurt riding
these rolly coasters.
Oh, why?
(sobbing):
Why? Why?
(both scream)
Why won't you let
me on the ride?
Sir, you have a serious
medical condition.
But it's my birthday!
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Oh, yeah!
BOTH:
One more time!
You know, this is the
line for the bathroom.
(flushing)
We've gone eight times.
And I went three times
all by myself.
l'm going to walk away now.
Bye!
Have fun!
MAN:
SpongeBob!
Patrick!
Hello, Larry.
I just got off the Fist O' Pain.
(laughing):
Man, what a rush.
(sniffing)
Ah...
You smell that?
That's the smell of adrenaline.
Ooh, it's, uh...
(holding breath):
very manly, Larry.
(sniffing)
SpongeBob, I'm not smelling
any adrenaline on you.
You haven't gone on the ride?
Um... I have a confession
to make.
We haven't gone on the ride
because I'm... hungry.
I'm very hungry.
Hungry, hungry!
Come on, Patrick.
You and me, pal.
I'm hungry, too.
(sniffs)
Maybe I should stop making
people smell me.
(sighs)
Want some?
No, thanks, Patrick.
Um, you got ice cream
in your eyebrows.
Yeah, that's the problem
with this brand.
I'll be right back.
Hurry back.
So we can go on the ride.
(screaming)
What's the matter,
SpongeBob?
Oh, delicious dairy treat,
l don't know what to do.
Patrick's your best friend.
You can't let him down.
I know, but the ride
is really scary.
You want to see scary?
I'll show you scary.
Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
You like that?
You like that?
Huh, you like that?
It's just a ride.
What are you so scared about?
You can do it.
No, you can't.
You're a big crybaby.
Oh, yeah?
I thought we settled this
the last time.
Ow, quit it! Ow, quit it!
Ow, quit it!
Ow, quit it!
SpongeBob, I have to
tell you something.
I have to tell you
something, too, Patrick.
MAN (over speaker):
Attention.
Glove World will be closing
in five minutes.
BOTH:
Five minutes?!
(both panting)
What are you looking at?
(SpongeBob reading)
BOTH:
And expl*sive diarrhea.
(expl*si*n)
Is that all?
Big deal, I did half
that stuff this morning.
Last call
for the Fiery Fist O' Pain.
Well, this is it, Pat.
Yep.
Here we go.
Uh-huh.
On the Fiery Fist O' Pain.
After you.
We made it.
Yeah.
Please keep your arms and legs
in the vehicle at all times.
There.
Now if you could just
sign this release
absolving Glove World in case
of accidental spine loss...
Well, nice knowing you.
Ready in ten.
This is it, Patrick.
Nine, eight...
We made it!
...seven, six...
We're not scaredy-cats.
...five, four...
We're not crybabies.
...three, two...
BOTH:
We're brave!
(both screaming)
(motors wind down)
Uh, we're experiencing
some technical difficulties.
Man, this cheap thing is
always breaking down.
Hey, sorry, guys.
Maybe next time.
(both sigh)
Patrick, I have a
confession to make.
l was really scared
about going on this ride.
Me, too.
I didn't know how to
tell you because,
well, I didn't want
to disappoint you.
I didn't want you
to be disappointed in me.
But now we don't have
to face our fears.
The ride is broken.
Yeah!
Oh, wait, it's fine.
BOTH:
Huh?
Have fun.
(both scream)
Patrick, I don't want
to face my fears!
I'm afraid of them!
Good-bye, Patrick.
Good-bye, SpongeBob.
(both screaming)
(screaming continues)
Whoa!
(screaming)
WOMAN (over speaker):
Please wait until the car
has come to a complete stop.
And stop crying.
It's over.
You can get out now.
BOTH:
We did it!
We conquered our fears!
We stopped crying!
We survived
the Fist O' Pain.
Hey, hold it right there.
You forgot these.
BOTH:
Our spines!
Yeah!
Whoa.
(both laughing)
Let's go again.
Yeah!
PLANKTON:
Oh, brother.
Just look at this place.
Might as well be a mausoleum.
Abysmal.
Oh, well, at least it's
structurally sound.
Forget this!
I'm sick of not having
any business.
Then why don't you fix
this rust bucket up?
Look around.
Chipping paint,
bad plumbing,
dust bunnies...
it's no wonder you don't
have any customers.
Okay! I get it, I get it.
It's time to give this place
a complete overhaul.
(grunting)
Whoa, whoa.
(grunting)
I shouldn't have to subject
myself to such menial labor.
Oh!
(gasping)
(coughing)
Ah! This is a job
for an imbecile!
(giggling)
Or two imbeciles.
(laughs)
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I am sorry to bother you,
but I'm having a bit
of trouble with my abode.
You see?
(sad violin music playing)
l would like to paint The
Chum Bucket to please my wife.
But alas, I am too small
and feeble.
Oh... well, we can help you,
right Patrick?
Uh-huh.
I came prepared, too.
All right, let's do it.
PLANKTON:
Okay, boys.
Karen wants this place
to really sparkle.
I was thinking it could use
a little more pizzazz.
BOTH:
Pizzazz, yeah.
Hey, I know, why don't you paint
the entire Chum Bucket.
BOTH:
Whoa, really?
Oh, yes, I need your
artistic vision.
You wouldn't want to disappoint
my Karen, now would you?
No,
sir. No. Nah-uh.
Well, hop to it, lads.
BOTH:
Yes, sir!
Heel, toe, heel, toe,
heel, toe,
heel, toe, heel, toe.
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ We like to work ♪
What the?
SpongeBob!
What atrocity is this?
Oh, hi, Squidward. Lookie.
Mr. Plankton's having us paint.
He calls it pizzazz.
Pizzazz, huh?
What would you
know about that?
Plankton says he needs
our artistic vision.
Let's show him.
You buffoons wouldn't know
artistic vision
if it hit you over the head.
Now where's the paintbrush?
I'll show you what
artistic vision
is all about.
Start with light brush strokes.
BOTH:
Oh.
Yeah. Perfect.
Simpletons.
Amazing.
I didn't even have to trick
the tall one.
(laughs)
My plan is falling right
into place.
With those three boobs
preoccupied,
stealing the formula
will be a snap.
Mr. Plankton?
All this hard work
is making us thirsty.
Do you think we
could get a drink?
Let me show you
something, SpongeBob.
l sure wish I could
offer you a cold drink
for all your hard work,
but alas, my pipes
are rusted shut.
Eww, I see what you mean.
Yes.
If only there was some way
l could...
Where'd he go?
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
(laughing)
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
(groaning)
(laughing)
Secret formula, here I come.
(screaming)
♪ La-la-la-
la-la-la-la ♪
Perfect. Huh?
PLANKTON:
No! No! No!
It's all wrong!
Don't you know a thing
about art?
Give me that brush!
Yes, yes.
And yes.
Voila!
(bluegrass music playing)
A log cabin?
PLANKTON:
Yeah, I just think
they're so cozy.
Now that's what you call art.
Everyone's a critic.
I can't wait to see Krabs's face
when he discovers
that I've absconded with the
secret Krabby Patty formula.
Hey, Plankton?
What do you think
of the new window?
We got it from
The Krusty Krab.
SpongeBob, how
do you expect me
to see out of a
window that high?
l guess I hadn't
thought about that.
PATRICK:
I did.
Look, Plankton, it's the perfect
height for your kind.
See, SpongeBob, Patrick's using
the old noggin.
He knows I'll actually want
to see out the window.
Wait. You wanted
to see out the window?
Weird.
(grunting)
Uh...
Can't you two do anything right?
I give you one simple task
after another and...
Just forget it.
It was foolish of me to think
this plan would ever work,
when nothing else in my life
has panned out.
Telemarketing, life guarding...
creative writing...
all such bitter failures.
(crying)
Oh, it's okay,
little green creature.
Patrick and I are going to keep
working on The Chum Bucket,
until it's the most pizzazziest
restaurant in Bikini Bottom.
(crying):
Really?
And how.
Come on, fellas, let's do
some interior decorating!
Oh, good-bye paintbrush...
hello antique finish.
Well, that ought to keep them
busy for a while.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup. Hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup
hup, hup, hup, hup, hup.
(laughing)
I just need to sneak past Krabs
and I'm home free.
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Where could that stingy crab be?
Hup, hup, hup, hup,
hup, hup.
(laughing)
Still don't see him.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
(gasps)
The safe!
I'm in the clear, baby!
It's beautiful.
No, no tears.
Not yet.
There's work to be done.
Ha, ha! At long last!
(cheering)
And the secret formula is...
"One bottle of molting lotion."
"Take passport photo"?
"Get new safe... travel size."
This isn't the secret formula!
It's a to-do list!
(screaming)
(grunting)
(screams)
Huh?
What happened
to The Krusty Krab?
(gasping)
(screaming):
What happened
to The Chum Bucket?
PLANKTON:
Curses!
This isn't what I meant
by renovation.
l know.
Isn't it great?
It looks just like
The Krusty Krab.
MR. KRABS: lt
looks more like Plankton trying to steal me restaurant!
Mr. Krabs!
You've returned
from your vacation.
And it's time for
The Krusty Krab
to return from its vacation.
(grunting)
BOTH:
Hooray!
And I bet you tried
to steal this, too.
(laughing)
Well, steal is such
a strong word.
(screaming)
You don't really think
I'd leave me secret
formula behind
when I go on
vacation, do you?
BOTH:
Now stay away...
from me restaurant, bug.
l think we've been
through this before.
Allow me to do the honors.
(grunts)
Ah...
Oh, excellent job, genius.
You really
fixed the place up.
Don't nag me, Karen.
I've had a long day.
Yup, Squidward, you
really outdid yourself
with the new decor.
Where'd you get
the fountain?
That I sculpted out
of the concrete foundation
of The Chum Bucket.
And all these metal decorations?
Those were all fabricated
from The Chum Bucket walls.
MR. KRABS:
And the computer?
Oh, that's Plankton's wife.
Well, it looks great, lad.
And it didn't
cost me a dime.
Wow, $ for a Krabby Patty?
Rip off, dude.
Not cool.
But you're paying for
the enhanced ambiance...
dude.
Well, that's true...
It is pretty classy in here.
Give me four.
05x06 - Roller Cowards/Bucket Sweet Bucket
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A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.
A square yellow sponge named SpongeBob SquarePants lives in a pineapple with his pet snail, Gary, in the city of Bikini Bottom on the floor of the Pacific Ocean.